I lost everythingI fell out of a daydreamAt the door of a long lost friendAnd I cried aloudWithout an inch of prideI knew I had reached the end

An old and lonely manSaw me sittin on the curbHe reached out an took my handHe said I know your songAnd I know your nameAnd there was a time that I felt the same

But it's a low low roadYou've gotta roll downBefore you find your way, my friendAnd it's a high, high hillYou've gotta climb upBefore you get to the top again

I held on so dearlyTo the wrong things in my lifeBut now I see so clearlyI was walking into my own knifeYou've got to get up off that streetStop looking at your feetAnd take a hold of something realAnd this old man, took my handHe looked at me and said, little girl, I understand

That it's a low low roadYou've gotta roll downBefore you find your way, my friendAnd it's a high, high hillYou've gotta climb upBefore you get to the top again

And there was a time that I thought that I knew it allAnd there was a place that I thought I could call my ownBut it all came crashing down and I looked aroundAnd I knew that things would never be the same

Low low roadYou've gotta roll downBefore you find your way, my friendAnd it's a high, high hillYou've gotta climb upBefore you get to the top again